Shed From The Spring

What would earth do

When all its spring would have shed away

Into the past of calendars?

The beavers and raccoon

Would steal a part of it with them

That no one could measure

For its meagerness;

And the frogs and the snakes

Would be hidden in its lower space.

For the snow would settle on the bare branches

And warm them for other lives

Which arises from the furnace of hope and faith,

And will spread through the sands

To show its calm at the hour of sleep.

This would be called the beginning of a life

And another spring,

If you ask the earth

Which is shed from its spring.